I’ve never been the type of traveler who enjoys going to a resort and laying out under a linen cabana for a week’s time. Since I’ve been the trip planner for my friends and family for as long as I can remember, this is rarely what our travel itineraries look like and I’m happy when everyone leaves with incredible stories from the very private, unique, and off the beaten path experiences that I’m fond of.
Being Vietnamese, France has always played a role in my life. During my grandparents’ generation, you received your education through a French lycée. My Mother attended Marie Curie High School, a school established in 1918 by the French colonial government. My Aunts can still sing French songs when the family gathers around for karaoke. My family celebrated this past Christmas in New York with a delicious Bûche de Noël. We eat baguettes that have evolved to the mouth-watering flavorbomb of julienned carrots, stemmy cilantro, homemade pâte and cold cuts known as banh mi.
Paris, as one can imagine, is home to what can only be described as a mythical paradise turned reality for my aesthetic and sensory consumption. No visit to Paris is complete without enjoying the exquisite pastries, tempting breads, and delicate cakes that leave you enthralled by first encounter.
Regardless of where you are in the world, seaside towns have an indelible and recognizable spirit to them. Sosúa was no exception to this.
I recently flew back to San Francisco after a 5-day stay in the Dominican Republic. I had a splendid time while there with 17 of my closest and dearest college friends.
This week, I’m gearing up for my next seaside getaway. I am New York and Dominican Republic bound this Thursday to attend the first wedding to take place from my group of college friends.